I am just going with the flow.

I cannot control a 14 hour delay for an international flight, nor can I control the typhoon that caused that delay.  I cannot control the power being off in some parts of our neighborhood.  I cannot control the damage done to our wifi cable.   I cannot control if people I love are hurt by people I do not know.  I cannot control my mother’s memory.  I can control how to make things easier for her.  I cannot control when people need to leave before I am ready for them to.  I cannot control so many things that I want to have control over.

But I have control over my perspective.  I have control over my attitude.  I have control over the rate at which I inhale and exhale.  I do not have control over my mood, but I have control over whether I am crabby or kind.  I have control over the things I choose to do.  I have control over the company I keep.  I have control over how I take care of myself.  I cannot control whether my mom will drink her green juice.  I can control whether I bark at her to drink it or patiently encourage her to try it.  I cannot control when I feel bitter, but I can control when to address it.

I cannot control time.  I can control how I spend it.   I have control over the kind of friend I am.  I have control over how I treat and appreciate people.  I cannot control who I love, but I can control how to best love them.

I cannot control technical difficulties, but I can control what I do to get around them.

I cannot control when the post I write is considered good by someone else.  I can control my commitment to keep on writing.

I cannot control the flow.  I can control if I let myself just go with it anyway.  I choose to go with the flow when I can’t control anything else, because whenever I go with it, that flow usually gets me where I need to be.